-
An Eerie Night of Madness
Date: 10/30/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Hannah_Jones, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories
whispered. “Not God.” I moaned as his hand ventured between my legs, rubbing the material of my panties, now slightly moist. His finger began to trace the divot of my swollen labia. He moved his mouth back to my neck, biting ever so gently in the curve of my shoulder while his hand continued to rub against my panties, his fingers separating the folds beneath. The rippling sensation began to increase, building into small waves. He moved again, his hands sliding my panties down, lifting one leg to free me from the confines of the small slip of material. My legs spread wide in anticipation of what was to come, the waves building as he put his hands on my folds, opening them. His breath was hot against me. At the mere touch of his tongue against my distended clit I involuntarily arched up, a sharp intake of breath the only sound that I made. His tongue danced between my folds, toying at my opening. No one and nothing else mattered except the sensations his touch was eliciting. The world outside could disappear, and I wouldn’t have noticed or cared. All that was important was that this feeling not end… never end. Who he was, or even what he was, held no not of concern as my body flamed in response to his every caress. The waves rippled and roiled, building upon each other, every nerve ending tingling. I felt no inhibition… no shame… only pleasure. He moved again, letting his body glide up mine, until he was hovering above me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to pull him ... down to me. The need to feel him inside me was overwhelming. He smiled. “Tell me you want me,” he said, his voice husky with need. “I want you!” I said between gritted teeth, my body in desperate need for fulfillment. “I want you. I need you.” “Say it, Hannah. Say the words.” “Fuck me!” I cried out. “With what? Tell me.” Frustrated, I moaned. “Say it. Say that word,” he teased, lowering himself so his hardened shaft grazed against my swollen slit. “Cock,” I answered. The word was uncomfortable to me, but I said it out of desperation. “Fuck me with your cock!” I felt his hand glide his rigid shaft inside me, felt it throbbing against my own pulsating walls. He teased me, pressing in only an inch or two while his fingers stroked my clit, making the waves of my building orgasm almost unbearable. Then he thrust inside me in one smooth motion, stretching me deeply, causing me to cry out with a heated response. With my legs wrapped firmly around him, my hands went to his backside, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his buttocks. My body rising up to meet his every thrust, my soul lost to the wonderland of lust, no thoughts were interpreted. I became a mass of undulating flesh, my senses reeling. He spoke to me, but the sound was merely music unaccompanied by words. I felt him moving me, rolling so his back was against the mattress, and then sitting me up. Feeling more uninhibited than ever before, I began to touch myself… hands on my breasts, squeezing them, rubbing them… ...